Tetchy caps that capture secrets, crave to
Peel, bubble, explode when contents half full-
Half vacant, release stuffed breezes, shushed Thunderstorms
Relapse to Hurricanes, to swallow boiling
Water, barked bodies waving, colored faces
Nodding, dancing to wayward tune, notes spilled off
The pages, and pages – Whisked formula to prove
And prove, the evidence approved, becoming—
Gradual lag, to lag; more soft, sweet
Denouement: Time is on my side.
Dreamy swirls of bliss, extending, so anchored
With every pitch, vibration of a day;
Constant, steady rainfall washes away.
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